7/7/16
It’s a funny thing, really. I used to be one of those shy and reserved girls during my freshman and sophomore years in high school. I had a close group of friends and everything, but I was never known as the most outgoing or the most popular. I usually avoided going to school dances because it was just so far from my comfort zone (having the entire school watch me dance? no thanks), and I would hesitate talking about anything sexual in front of my friends because, well, I just didn’t want to be judged as being “the slut”.
However, little did anyone know (dun dun dun) that deep down, in my heart of hearts, I craved sexual validation. I secretly wanted to be heralded as the school slut, I secretly wanted to be run through by the entire soccer team (because everyone knows that soccer boys are just yummy), I secretly wanted to suck off that hot math substitute teacher that Mr. Fritz always brought whenever he had a sick day. But most of all, I just wanted to lose my damn virginity.
During my sophomore year, I bought a dildo online (it was a convoluted process that I won’t get into, but trust me, I didn’t sleep well until I had successfully intercepted that package before my parents found out). It wasn’t anything special, just your normal plastic stick colored in that horrendous shade of purple. It didn’t vibrate because I was too cheap to spring for the more deluxe versions, but it got the job done. I remember that first weekend with my dildo very vividly, because it was one of the few occasions in my life where I spent the entire day locked up in my room. That feeling of first inserting something phallic in my vagina is something that I will always remember. After all, let’s be honest, there are few things more exciting in life than when you first discover the pleasure of an orgasm.
But I needed something more than that. I needed something more than a purple would-be dick sliding in and out of my pussy. I needed the real thing, and the more I spent time playing with my dildo, the more I craved it. It was maddening and frustrating, but then, the summer before junior year happened. Not only did I hit a little growth spurt, I started loosening up more. I started confiding my sexual fantasies to some of my best friends. It was almost therapeutic. I loved it. Uttering things that I had previously kept close to my chest (specifically, my left tit) made me feel sexy. So I decided that this would be the year: sometime in the next 365 days, I would lose my virginity.
There were a few options of who I would try to go after. I had never had a boyfriend in high school (yes, I was one of those girls, go figure), but the best thing about high school was that no one would ever know that, especially since I wasn’t part of that popular clique. It was a fresh start.
I had made a list of all the people I would want to fuck if I ever got the chance: there was Rob, the goalkeeper on the soccer team; there was Thomas, the male cheerleader who had an awesome body; there was Joseph, that math geek with the devilishly amazing smile; there was Bryan, the track-and-field runner and pole vaulter; the list goes on and on (can you tell that I was partial to the athletic boys?). Many of them, however, were taken, and the ones that weren’t only had their eyes glued to the popular girls (like Samantha and Jessica and Vanessa… fucking bitches). This meant one of two things: either I had to slutify myself up to try and draw my boys away from them, or I had to look harder. I chose the latter. It made things more interesting, because I also wanted to lose my virginity to someone special (being the hopeless romantic that I was).
One day, one of my best friends, Eva, invited me to tag along to a party that she was going to. One of the boys in my history class was throwing a weekend party at his house because his parents were going to be out-of-town. A lot of people I knew were going, at least to see whether or not it was any good, so I decided to accept. Normally, I wasn’t too much of a party girl back in the day, and I wasn’t too much of a drinker either, because fun fact: when I was a freshman, I decided to investigate my parent’s liquor cabinet and I grabbed — of all things — the vodka bottle. I drank a little too much at once, I literally thought my throat was on fire, and I threw up in the toilet. So I shied way from alcohol ever since, but I figured this weekend was a good time to try again.
I don’t remember exactly what I dressed in, but I do remember it wasn’t anything too over-the-top. Just some ripped skinny jeans, a blouse, and sandals, probably. Eva picked me up, and on the car ride to the house, she was chatting about how she thought tonight was going to be the night she fucked one of the guys she had been hounding after for the past few months. When we got there, the house was already packed with people. The good stuff was already gone. Just a few handles of store brand vodka, fireball, and cheap beer. I drank a few beers, and decided to go around and try flirting with some of the guys. I was determined not to look like I was trying too hard, so I decided to float around, drink a few more beers, and see where I ended up. Good strategy, right?
As it happens, I wasn’t quite sure how I ended up where I ended up, but I suddenly found myself backed into one of the hallways with a guy whom I had never met, our lips madly locked in a drunken kiss. This was it. My heart was pounding. A part of me was terrified, a part of me was excited. I can still remember his heavy breathing as he pushed against me, his lips both rough and welcoming, his hands starting to trace their way around my body. I squirmed at his touch, and in my kiss, I tried to convey to him the carnal desire I had for him. I wanted him. I wanted him really bad.
He led me into one of the empty bedrooms, closing the door behind him.
My blouse quickly fell off. Since I had chosen not to wear a bra, my tits were now out and about, exposed in front of a member of the opposite sex for the first time. It was a little embarrassing, but at the same time, the thought that I was turning my mysterious stranger on was more than enough to get me a little wet. He unbuckled my skinny jeans and peeled them off of my legs. Save for my panties, I was completely naked. He made that deep growl that boys do, and it drove me absolutely fucking wild. I reached up, grabbing his body, pulling it towards me. My hands reached over, desperately undoing his jeans and pulling them down.
Now, this deserves a special paragraph. Keep in mind, this was my first time seeing a penis in real life (no, I was never one of those girls that started giving blowjobs in middle school), and it was actually quite fascinating. The health ed books with the anatomically-correct pictures did not do penises any justice. His cock was average, about six inches or so, uncircumcised, and throbbing. The foreskin was peeled back, leaving his head open and glistening with pre-cum and anticipation. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, and I could feel him tighten his muscles. Now, I’m pretty sure that I smiled at this point. Holding someone’s entire manhood in my hands… that is power. And it felt absolutely thrilling.
I leaned in and slowly licked his cock. I wasn’t sure what exactly I was doing, or if I was even doing it right, but I had heard enough stories and watched enough shitty porn videos to know the general idea. My lips kissed up and down his throbbing shaft, teasing it. I felt him shudder and I heard him moan. I started giving my first blowjob, and it was exciting. So this was what it felt like to have a cock in my mouth… hmmm, I could get used to this (and years later, thankfully, I have).
I suddenly felt him push me back into the bed. He pulled off my panties, leaving my wet pussy wide open for him to eat or finger or fuck. Unfortunately, tonight was not the night for me to experience the pleasure of getting eaten out. He reached over, grabbed his jeans, took out a condom, and rolled it on. Before I knew what was happening, he was pushing his cock inside me. Now, I had used a dildo plenty of times to know what it feels like to have something slide in and out of my pussy, but wow. This felt similar, but at the same time, completely different. I don’t know how to describe it. It was warm, and it was filling. Filling in a way that a plastic purple dildo could never be.
He fucked me again and again, his condom-wrapped cock ramming into my pussy. Later on, I would realize that this guy knew nothing about the art of fucking, but back then, my seventeen-year-old self didn’t know better, and thought that this was the most mind-blowing experience a girl could ever have.
And then, almost as quickly as it started, it was over. We were both panting when he pulled his penis out of me. It was throbbing up and down, and I could see that the tip of the condom was now filled with his cum. He rolled his condom off, gave me a kiss, and then started getting dressed. My mind was spinning, and I didn’t know what to think. I was lying naked in a bed that wasn’t my own, and I had just gotten fucked by a classmate I didn’t know. And it was the greatest thing ever. I had just gotten fucked! I had given a guy a (sloppy) blowjob, and he had fucked me! I suddenly felt like a different person… I was now the hotter and the sexier Bella. As I threw on my clothes, he was all I could think about. I wished I had gotten at least his name, but then again, maybe it was better this way. Besides, in a strange way, it was romantic (… right?) — a girl getting swept off her feet by a mysterious stranger. At least, that’s what I like to tell myself. In all reality, it was probably a pathetic sight: two high school kids (one of them a virgin) having drunken sex. It probably wasn’t even good enough to put up on those amateur homemade porno sites. But I didn’t care.
Because to me, it had just opened up a whole new world.
The next day, Eva called me. Sadly, she told me that she couldn’t fuck the guy that she had wanted to fuck at the party, and that she ended up giving some head in the bathroom to some kid on the track team (not Bryan, of course). She asked me how my night had went. I remember smiling to myself before I slowly started to divulge the events that had occurred the night before…
It is late and time for me to go to bed, so I will end this journal entry here.
Until next time, my lovely Lushees,
Love ~ writtenbybella
This is one of my first public dabbles into erotica, and my first submission to Lush Stories. For the most part, this story is completely accurate and autobiographical. The names of the other people involved have been altered for confidentiality, of course. Depending on the response to this piece, I will continue adding entries to the series. With that being said, please enjoy this intimate look into my boring life! Any feedback will be welcome, of course!
Love ~ writtenbybella
